A Palestinian artists shares his story of peaceful resistance by means of cartoons.

When I was a child. When I was 10 I was drawing for fun. When I was a university student, I was drawing to make a living. Now, drawing is what I live for, it is my mission. I am a cartoonist for the only daily newspaper that comes out in the Gaza Strip.

I sit in my apartment in Gaza City for days and nights, watching the sky turn grey with thick smoke during the day, and bright yellow and orange in the darkness of the night. The grey and yellow and orange are courtesy of Israeli bombs, missiles, shelling, drones - gifts from the people of the United States to the people of Gaza.

All over Istanbul, billboards displaying women’s bodies were vandalized, triggering spirited debates about the female form in public space. When I used my Twitter feed to condemn the vandalism, which I see as a form of censorship, the feedback from female followers was heated.

The nations that once went to war vowing to push Israel into the sea are unstable, rickety creations. They are under siege not from Israel but from their own religious zealots. Whatever emerges is going to be either less accepting of Israel or manically intent on annihilating it.